Homecoming Part II

If you missed part one of Homecoming, click here

We were just…

getting to Samson’s car.

“So, where are we going to get something to eat?” I said as we jumped in the car.
“I know you want a Jumbo Slice from Adams Morgan,” he says sarcastically, “too bad they’re closed!”

I blushed and shook my head as he started up the rental car. “You don’t know me!” I retorted, “I actually want some breakfast food. Its six in the morning anyway, duh its closed!”

He gave me the side eye before pulling off the curb. “You know you want one though, don’t front with me shorty.”

“I do… and a ginger ale,” I admitted hating that he knew me so well. I wanted to be mad, but couldn’t help but laugh. “So where are we going? The Diner?” I pestered him.

“We bout to just hit up this McDonalds drive-thru ’cause I never really f’d with The Diner,” he replied.

We reminisce about random things on the way to McDonalds on Georgia Ave across from campus. I lean back in my seat to relax. He slaps my stomach and pokes my side. “Look at you all grown in your freakum dress,” as he laughs hysterically. “Why is that so funny, jerk? You know I look good,” as I roll my eyes. He changes the subject “so you know Reggie got a girl now?!” we both start laughing at the thought of our old friend, Reggie, no longer being a whore.

We order our food and head back Downtown. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“Don’t you want to eat in my hotel room?” he replies.
“Hell No!… I’m just playing. Your room better be clean though. I remember what your room in the Towers use to look like,” I say jokingly.
“Come on now shorty, don’t start talkin out the side of your neck like my room wasn’t straight.”

I just laugh while looking out my window. I’m thinking about how comfy this bed is going to be when I fall asleep. We make it upstairs to his hotel room at the Marriott. He scarfs down his food and strips down to his t-shirt and boxers while I finish eating at the little, wooden, round table by the window.

I’m ready to fall asleep, its 7:38 am, but these block-out curtains make it midnight all over again. I take off my earrings, necklace, and shoes next to the bed. I find a ponytail holder in my purse and pull my hair up into a ponytail in lieu of not having a scarf.

Samson is laying on his back and flipping channels until he finds ESPN on the flatscreen across from him. I crawl next to him in the queen size bed. I feel him looking at me in his peripherals. “Aren’t you going to turn the light off?” he ask.

I stick my tongue out at him and get up like a brat. I go to the bathroom first to wash off the make-up I didn’t sweat off earlier at the club. He yells something but I can’t understand the words over the water running. When I walk back out to put my eyelashes in my purse he repeats himself “you washing that thang for daddy I see?”

I throw a pillow at him, “Shut up, fool. I was washing my face. You get on my nerves,” I say.
“I don’t wanna see no eyelashes or hair tracks in my trash when I wake up later,” he laughs at his own ignorance joke.
“Whatever Samson, I’m going to sleep” as I crawl back into the bed with my dress on to get warm and comfy. As much as he got on my nerves I couldn’t help but imagine him climbing over to my side and kissing me passionately.

He cuts off the television. There’s an awkward silence. Our backs are facing each other.
“Goodnight,” he says.
“Goodnight,” I reply.

With my eyes closed I bend my legs then back kick him in the butt and laugh. “You play too much!” he mutters.
“Goodnight,” I snicker. Now I’m ready to get some rest.

Four hours later I wake up from a good sleep. I get up to check my phone and have two missed calls from some guys I met last night and seven text messages from Ashley, three guys, and three of my other friends. Ashley made it home from the guys hotel last night and was wondering where I was.

“I’m with Samson still. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home,” I text her back.

My battery was almost dead. Good thing Samson and I both had an Iphone. I was able to use his charger. I laid back down while it charged. Samson was still sleep, or so I thought.

“What you doing?” his groggy voice managed to get out while turning over to face me. We chat with each other while laying down. He’s suppose to meet his friends on the yard around two or three later on. I still have to get home to shower and change, but we’re in the moment.

He gets up to use the bathroom. When he comes back he sits on my side of the bed and says “Believe it or not, I’m glad you’re in my bed and not some random chick.” I begin to blush and roll my eyes. “Give me a hug girl. I’m so glad to see you.”

I sit up to hug him. He kisses me on my ear. Then my cheek. Then my nose.

Then my mouth.

I smile in amazement. He kisses me again, passionately. His eyes are closed. He pushes me backward on to the mattress. I relax my muscles and wrap my arms around his neck. Suddenly, we stop.

“Let me get freshened up so I can take you home,” he says.
“Okay,” I reply bewildered by his sudden change of heart.

While he’s in the bathroom I start putting on my jewelry. I’m standing against the wall after putting on my heels right as he walks out the bathroom. He walks over to me while I take my hair down from its ponytail and begins to kiss me. I push him away.

“Look, what’s the deal? I don’t have time to play games with you,” I say.
“I’ve always wanted you since we met, but felt you were too special for me,” he says as I look him dead in the eye. He continues to say ” I never wanted to be the guy that hurt you so I never made a move.”

I felt the sincerity in his words and kiss him. In a moments time he picked me up by my buttocks. My legs wrapped around his waist as we passionately nibbled on each other. I could feel him protruding through his pants with excitement.

He spun us around and threw me onto the bed. I’m pleasantly surprised and let out a giggle as I land.

He takes off his shirt quickly then bends his knees onto the bed. Grabbing my left leg he begins to plant his soup coolers vigorously, as he works his way up. The further up he gets I become weak. He finally reaches up and pulls off my panties. My dress is already around my waist as he kisses around my stomach and rubs his finger along my wetness to tease me.

I pet his head and shoulders from the sensation as he pleases me below. I whimper. His tongue swiftly goes up, down, and around my clit. Ecstasy is rising up in my body as he has his head buried between my thighs. My moan turns into a scream as my body trembles. I had no idea he was this talented.

Samson makes his way up to my face then pulls off my dress, my body is lifeless and completely exposed. We make eye contact revealing our desire for each other. I pull him in for another kiss as he palms my breast. We find comfort in our awkward position.

“Where do we go from here?” he ask after taking notice of my naked body again.
“I don’t know, lets just enjoy this moment,” I reply back. He places a peck on my forehead.

He slaps my a$$ and we laugh continuing our playful moment naked. Rolling in the sheets I realize my heels are still on. As he’s on top of me I try to kick my shoes off, he looks at my feet then back at me and says “naw, I need you to keep those on.” I bite my bottom lip, smile and say “okay daddy.”

He gets up to grab a condom out of his luggage by the window and comes back to me on the bed. In no time he is strapped and ready to go. I let out a heavy breathe due to his girth as he penetrated me.

I was engulfed in the strong yet playful energy and passion in the room. This was more than just a hook-up but us finally acknowledging our feelings for one another. His stroke was undeniably great and we had a nice rhythm as our bodies intertwined back and forth, up and down.

As I look up at the six inch heels on my feet still I couldn’t help but laugh (in my head of course), hands clinching the sheets with my legs bent over my head and moaning “oohs” and “aahs” I don’t have a care in the world.

After, two more rounds, foreplay included, were about to fall asleep. My head on his chest and naked body wrapped up in his arms. I finally kick off my heels under the covers and wrap my left leg around him. I can’t help but wonder…

I was just trying to find a vending machine… #howmybootyendupintheair?

Happy Homecoming!
TheJournalist25 xoxo

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